Little One Poem by zaineb alsaygh

Little one


Don't think you are little one
Picking things and throw it at any one

Creeping, playing and making noise
Crying and doing funny voice

With your charmed smile
You give the hope to which they gloom
And by your pure soul
Make the premula to be bloom


Glossy rays from your eyes
Steeling the bright from stars
You small fingers and hands
As a packet of chocolate mars

So, never thing you are tiny beings
You make the life with a lot means